thread for hungarian-based English film director Peter Strickland.
quote is an innocuous phrase from a Berberian Sound Studio interview here.
I think it does a decent job of suggesting the way he delves under both genre and the ideas sex, revenge and horror, as well as implying the essential factor of sound in his film - sound as a space of exploration and scenery as much as the visual, to the point of representing another narrative of sorts.
I quite liked Katalin Varga without loving it, Berberian Sound Studio is the great film of recent years for me, one of my favourites of all time I think, and I thought The Duke of Burgundy was great as well, without being certain how much weight it carries... still thinking.
Duke of Burgundy posts ported across from the [url=Berberian Sound Studio]BSS thread[/i]:
just went to see the duke of burgundy. v enjoyable. long-game fetishism and lepidoptera. a small figure of eight of sexual domination.
― Fizzles, Sunday, 22 February 2015 15:43 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
sound again central. the list of recordings listed at the end as if not more important than the visual scenery. pleasing joke in the credits - the informal English names of the moths and butterflies played by their Latin classification.
― Fizzles, Sunday, 22 February 2015 15:46 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
WHY NOT START A THREAD FOR IT?
― touch of a love-starved cobra (Dr Morbius), Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:04 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
v nearly did - or a P Strickland thread - and still might, but the film itself feels a little lightweight. not all in a bad way - wish there were more films that were intriguing bagatelles - but I'm still thinking.
actually that's not true, I'm sitting in the cinema bar drinking, but that's what passes for thinking round my way recently.
― Fizzles, Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:16 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
A Strickland thread would be better.
― Robert Adam Gilmour, Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:21 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
Title keeps making me think of the Mr. Show Burgundy Loaf skit
― Josh in Chicago, Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:23 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
no men in this film btw. relying on Morbs or someone equally well informed to mention other general release films where this is the case.
― Fizzles, Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:27 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
That's a really good question, and a unique aspect I'm not sure I've encountered reading about this film yet.
― Josh in Chicago, Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:36 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
the film is superbly punctuated by lectures on lepidoptera, with slow scans of the all women audience - they're all fantastically dressed and individually beautiful - in the way that is sometimes demeaningly termed "striking". the only exception being a slightly toppling badly wigged mannequin.
this film is as much about dress and dressing up as it is about anything else. the visual and aural aspects of the fabric are v sensually indulged in.
― Fizzles, Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:41 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
very high among 2015's anticipatings
― describing a scene in which the Hulk gets a boner (contenderizer), Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:43 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
will port all this over to a new thread when I get 'ome.
― Fizzles, Sunday, 22 February 2015 16:45 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
Saw the trailer when I went to see Goodbye to Language (another film of tiny bits of very beautifully done sound) (as almost all Godard) and I quite like to see this as well.
― xyzzzz__, Sunday, 22 February 2015 20:03 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
Thanks for reminding me that I missed my chance to see "Goodbye to Language" in Chicago, apparently. How does Herzog get a 3D documentary about a cave into theatres, and Wenders gets a 3D doc about a dance into theaters, but Godard's lauded latest barely sneaks in for a couple of weeks? And alas because this is meant for 3D, I have a sad feeling that means I will never get to see it.
― Josh in Chicago, Sunday, 22 February 2015 20:13 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
I was quite taken with Duke of Burgundy.
The psych/soft folk soundtrack by Cat's Eye sounded good as well.
― the gabhal cabal (Bob Six), Sunday, 22 February 2015 22:38 (2 days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
i missed this at ifc, sadface
josh, tbf, both herzog and wenders' films are narrative and about subjects people can easily grasp and are in focus
― the plight of y0landa (forksclovetofu), Monday, 23 February 2015 03:08 (Yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
Hope I manage to see this next week.
― Robert Adam Gilmour, Monday, 23 February 2015 03:27 (Yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― Fizzles, Tuesday, 24 February 2015 08:54 (ten years ago)
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I'm still not quite sure what to think of this a day after seeing it. As emil.y says, it goes even further into the relationship between food and sound, and relating both to how you explore conceptual spaces that might otherwise be unmappable. It is also an amusing 'what if' whimsy where 'sonic catering' is an artistic space with many artistic collectives vying for bursaries, funding and attention, as well as creating a slightly satiric kink out of the modern socialised fetish seen on food programmes for capturing the sound and sizzle of cooking as something sensuous, amusingly extending that into the mundanity of the bourgeois in the supermarket via a series of mime scenarios.
That is the space the film creates and in which it operates, but the main dynamics are where and how this mixture of sensualities are digested and absorbed, and what if you are incapable of digesting them, getting acidic flux (comparable to the sonic flux which is a source of artistic and dramatic contention in the film) and flatulence. the mode of the writer and recorder is meticulously captured in a brilliant performance, again, v delicate and underdelivered, from Makis Papadimitriou. Strickland reverses the Italian group / vulnerable English in this case, to make Makis Italian, suffering social discomfort in an absurd English mixture of rigid dinner party performance (after dinner speeches are given by each of the collective, each of them excellent), and avant-garde resistance and fetishistic subliminal reaction to those social rules.
The other ruleset in this space is performance and 'backstage', where audiences show their gratification in post-performance orgies. What intimacies are available in which spaces, where do we... where are we... able to reveal ourselves, our intestinal and gustatory beings, our sexual fetish - what is the interplay in these spaces, what freedom. What role does the private performance of writing and recording have. Stones (played by Makis, and no Strickland is not frightened of the grotesque or heavy handed joke), sits, a slightly malevolent shadowy outline in the glass panelled toilet, undergoind who knows what malevolent transformation.
The sound, as you might expect, is extraordinary, spacious, dense, discrete - the writer and recorder's flatulence is barely registered, the speech of the actors is beautifully captured - that speech in itself nuanced, from Asa Butterfield's slightly dreary and shy wealthy dropout London, to Gwendoline Christie's poised, over-rich, and melodramatic depth, and ofc Fatma Mohamed's crisp, autocratic, ironic voice (god, she and her voice are beautiful). Birdsong and field recordings fill the night and the 'thinking walks' the collective go on. The sonic performance and malevolent background miasma of recorded food is also exhilarating and appropriately vicsceral. So yes, the sonic space is, as ever, as rich as the pictorial, dramatic and scripted matter.
― Fizzles, Sunday, 23 October 2022 08:26 (two years ago)
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